Chapter 1

          There’s no way to fully describe the magnificence of my family home.  The house was over a hundred years old and was huge.  To this day I still don’t know how many rooms there were.  The house was always full of people, music, wonderful foods, and lots of other beautiful things.  I remember the trees, the honeysuckle, and the creek where I went swimming on hot days.  It truly was a wonderful life, if you were white. 

          South Carolina was the heart of soul of southern living before the Civil War.  If you were white and had money there wasn’t anything better than plantation living.  We had beautiful horses to ride, the ocean was close by, and dresses of every color or style you could think of.  The only thing that could have made life better would be would have been to have my mother with me.  She died giving birth to me.

          My father was a wonderful man.  He made sure that I had almost everything I needed or wanted.  When I was very young his love was all I needed or wanted.  He loved me and took good care of me.  But as I grew older my view of him changed.  I found out what a slave was and that we had many.  It disturbed me greatly that the people that took care of me and my home were considered property.  As I grew up I learned to love most of the house staff.  Since my father was a very busy man and traveled a lot the house staff was responsible for raising me.  I had governesses from time to time, but daddy, soon or later, would try to bed them and they would leave.

          The cook was a wonderful fat old black woman.  She made special dishes for me for when daddy wasn’t looking.  She treated me like I was her daughter and I loved her for it.  She had a daughter about my age and we spent almost all our time together, whenever daddy wasn’t home.  We were the best of friends.  My father hated it.  He made sure that I was taught the difference between black people, slaves, and us.  I was taught that we superior and that black’s weren’t worth much except for brute labor.  I was allowed to play with Sarah only when we were alone, no guest or visitors.  If any other white people were around I was supposed to treat the slaves like trash.  I hated doing it but it was the only way that daddy would allow me to play with Sarah.

          Whites are supposed to better than blacks, so socializing was forbidden.  Treating a black person kindly or have a relationship (sex) with them would earn you the label of NIGGER LOVER.  Life was pure hell for anyone earning that kind of label.  I’ve seen best friends turn on each other, offenders beaten, and even killed because of stuff like this.  Don’t ask what would happen to the slave.

          Those were the daytime rules and they were followed to the letter.  What happens at night and in private was a completely different matter.  More than one white slave owner would slip into the bed of one of his black women slaves.  This included my father.  Without my mother around the only sex he got was from some of the slave women that worked in the house.  The women couldn’t complain or do anything about it.  Punishment for slaves was plain awful.  I never really noticed anything when I was younger.  But as I got older I started seeing things I wished I hadn’t.  More than once I walked into I room only to find my father getting a blow job from one of the black women.  I also heard moans coming from his room at night.

          A white man having sex with a black women was overlooked by the locals as long as it wasn’t made public.  After all, Thomas Jefferson had a black mistress.  However, a white woman having sex with a black man was treated very seriously.  Just the idea of it drove most white men crazy.  Punishment for such things were unbelievable.  I remember one time a husband found out his wife was fucking several of his black slaves.  He tried to claim that she was raped but the truth came out.  She was paraded in front of the town where her husband beat her with a bull whip.  The other women shaved her head and she was forced to leave town with nothing but the clothes on her back.  They hung her black lovers. 

          Another rule for plantation living was that fathers arranged dates and marriages for their daughters.  Most of the time it was a business deal, plain and simple.  By the time I was 14, daddy was already looking for me a husband.  Thank god I had Sarah to talk to.  We couldn’t have been closer.  Even with the rules working against us, we found time to do things and go places.  I loved living on the plantation but hated all of the double standard rules.

Chapter 2

          Everything changed on my 15^th birthday.  A huge party was planned and my father kept hinting that he had a very special surprise for me.  I couldn’t wait for the party.  Sarah had told me that she had a surprise for me too.  I knew she couldn’t come to the party, so I went looking for her before the guests started to arrive.  I couldn’t find her anywhere.  I stopped by my father study to see if he knew where Sarah was.  I opened the door slowly because I heard noises that usually meant my father was getting a blow job.  I had spied on him a few times.  My guess was right.  He had his hands around someone’s head while he fucked her face.  I couldn’t see who it was at first but was horrified when I found out it was Sarah.  My father was ramming his cock all the way down her throat.  It most not have been the first time he had done this to her because she didn’t have any trouble with having her throat fucked.  I hated him for it, but I couldn’t stop watching.  I knew when he was about to cum by the noises he was making.  He told her to swallow all of it or she would be punished.  Swallow it she did.

          The birthday party started right on time.  There were lots of people and tons of presents.  The food was better than ever and the entertainment kept everyone happy.  It was a wonderful night.  But I couldn’t get the vision of Sarah’s lips wrapped around my father’s cock.  I still could see her throat bulge as my father’s cock shot off.

          Near the end of the evening my father gathered everyone around us.  He wanted to give me my surprise and he wanted to do it in front of everyone.  He had me close my eyes and I felt someone holding my hands in a very caring way.  When I opened my eyes I was looking into the face of a young man a little older than myself.  He was introduced to me as Josh and that my surprise was that Josh was to be my husband.  My father was so proud of himself. 

          I was in shock.  I knew this day was coming but I was shocked just the same.  I had no voice in the subject and the wedding date had already been agreed upon.  Josh’s family owned a fleet of ships and a partnership with my family would make both families very rich, or richer.  Just like I said, a business deal, plain and simple.

          A week later I was married and living in Josh’s family home in Charleston.  It was a nice place and they all treated me well.  Josh was a nice man and he was very happy with his side of the deal.  He thought I was beautiful.  But I missed my home.

          I was a virgin when I married Josh but he took care of that the second he got me alone.  I had seen my father getting blow jobs and I had seen animals having sex, so I had some kind of idea what I was in for.  I’d love to write more about my first time but there wasn’t much to say.  It hurt a little,  lasted only a few seconds, and it was over.

          Josh made it clear that he wanted a big family and he wanted to start right away.  What that really means is that he fucked me morning, noon, and night.  I’d like to say that I enjoyed the sex but it never lasted long enough.  Josh was only concerned with his own pleasure.  I didn’t complain because I didn’t know it could be any other way.  I just did what I was supposed to do.  

          This lifestyle lasted about six months.  Josh was getting upset with me because I still wasn’t pregnant.  He was such a child about the whole thing.  He acted as if I had control over the situation.  We saw a doctor but medicinal knowledge was very limited.  After all was said and done, the doctor blamed a horseback riding accident when I was 10 years old for my condition.  He said I would never be able to have children, but I thought he was a nut.  Josh didn’t.

          The marriage was annulled and I was sent home.  I thought my father would be upset with me also.  My “condition” had put a very important partnership in jeopardy.  However the partnership held because both sides were making enough money to overlook this situation.  Either way, I was happy to be home.

          I had only been gone six months but a lot of things had changed.  I had changed.  I was a woman now.  Sarah was different too.  She used to be happy to see me and we could talk about anything.  But something was happening to her and she didn’t want to talk about it.  I tried to leave things alone but I needed my best friend back.  I had a lot I needed to talk to her about and it was clear that she did too.  So I pressed the issue and made her talk to me.

          On most plantations the slaves are coupled together and forced to have children.  This arrangement formed families within the slave population.  Most slave owners saw this as a way to control the slave population without using force.  My father had other ideas.  He believed that a family would cause his slaves to want to escape.  He believed that the male slave was more valuable than to female and that he could get more out of his males if he used his females as enticements.  My father breeded the females like they were livestock.  Each woman would have several different males visit them at night.  With the lights out nobody knew who was having sex with whom.  Nobody knew who knocked up whom.  The females bred more slaves and the males had nothing else to do with it.  All they knew is that if they stayed out of trouble and they got their work done there was pussy tonight.  This was what was happening to Sarah.

Chapter 3

          When I finally got her talking about the situation I couldn’t get her to stop.  She was upset because she didn’t want to get pregnant.  I would have thought she would be upset about the sex and the way she was being treated.  Sarah said that the sex was great and she couldn’t wait for night time to come.  She said that each night she was visited by at least three different black men and they fuck the hell out of her.  She said the orgasms were better than she had been told they would be.  I didn’t know what an orgasm was, nobody had ever talked to me much about sex.

          I told Sarah about my situation.  She wanted to know if I had any feelings for Josh and the truth is, I didn’t really know.  She was surprised that I had never had an orgasm with all the sex I was having.  With the ice broken, we talked for hours.  We compared our lives and I found myself getting a little jealous every time she talked about her sex life.  I knew it was going to be very difficult finding a husband knowing that I couldn’t have children.  A white woman didn’t just fuck around either, unless she was a working whore or something.  So, finding someone to give me that missing orgasm wasn’t going to be easy.

          Sarah might have been a slave but she was very smart.  When I was younger I taught her how to read and write myself, against my father’s wishes.  She picked it up faster than I did.  She understood my situation very well and I could tell by the smirk on her face that she had a plan.  I didn’t have to push her too hard for her to tell me what she had in mind.  She could be quite clever when she wanted to be.

          She told me to come by here room, out behind the barn, before it got dark outside.  She said that I could take her place in her bed tonight.  Before I could object she pointed out that the room would be dark and nobody would know the difference.  I knew what the punishment would be if any of us got caught.  Sarah said that there was nothing to be afraid of and that she would be there, in a dark corner of the room.  When I told her I was too afraid to do anything like that she suggested that I come and hide in that same dark corner and watch and listen.  She said I could make up my mind about switching places later.

          I was curious and a little horny, so I told her I would be there right after supper.  With that Sarah had to go back to work.  I found things to keep me busy for the rest of the day, but I couldn’t take my mind off tonight.  My pussy was wet and I really could have used a husband right about now.  I kept asking myself if I could every let a slave, a black man, have sex with me.  Of all the white people I knew I was the most open minded.  I didn’t have a problem with the slaves and hated the way they were treated.  But I didn’t know if I could go as far as to have sex with a black man.  All I could do was take this one step at a time.

          I arrived at Sarah’s shack just before dark.  She took me inside and told me to hide in the corner.  She said that the only light in the room would be from the moonlight coming through the window.  As soon as everything was set Sarah blew out her lantern and climbed in the bed.  She was naked because she would have no need for clothes with what was about to happen to her.  I could tell that she was very excited.

          We only waited a few minutes when we heard a knock on the door.  Sarah said nothing.  The unseen visitor opened the door and let himself in and walked over to the bed.  He quickly got out of his clothes and started to climb onto the bed with Sarah.  For just a second I was able to see his naked body, mainly his cock.  I had never believed anything could be that big.  It pointed straight out from his body and was as big around as my wrist.  I couldn’t tell how long his cock was but I knew it was at least twice as big as my former husbands.

          He climbed onto the bed and right between Sarah’s legs.  I could tell by her moans when he found the entrance to her pussy.  She must have been doing this for some time now because the unknown black man drove his cock all the way home in one thrust.  He pounded away at her pussy as hard as he could.  There was no romance, tenderness, or love like my husband had shown me.  It was raw power.  All I could hear was the slapping noises of his body making contact with Sarah’s body.  Sarah was moaning like crazy.  This attack, sex, or whatever you want to call it, was driving her crazy.  She loved it, every minute of it.  She kept saying that she was cumming, over and over again.  This must have been what she called an orgasm.

          As quick as it started, it was over.  The black man grunted a few times, arched his back, and every muscle in his body tightened.  And then he was gone.  I thought it was over but I was wrong.  The door opened again and another man came into the room.  He also got undress and climbed between Sarah’s legs.  He also rammed his cock home.  He made more noises than the first man.  But everything else was the same.  He fucked the hell out of Sarah and she cam over and over again.  The second black man emptied his load of cum in her pussy.  Then he was gone.

          I wanted to get up and leave but a third man entered the room before I could get up.  I was forced to stay there, in the dark corner, and watch as three more men fucked Sarah.  I didn’t think anybody could enjoy anything as much as Sarah enjoyed her breeding.  When it was over I told her that we would talk tomorrow and left for my room.  I couldn’t sleep because I was so turned I.  I had never played with myself before but I did that night.  I think I might have had my first orgasm that night.  I slept well afterwards.

Chapter 4

          The sun came up the next morning long before I wanted.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open at breakfast.  This was something my father noticed several times.  I told him that I hadn’t slept well and that I would like it if he would allow Sarah to spend the day with me.  I told him I had many things to do and that I wanted to go into town.  He knew how much I cared for Sarah and, even though he didn’t like it, agreed to my request.

          I quickly got myself ready after finishing breakfast.  I found Sarah and told her to come with me.  Several of the stable boys had a horse and buggy waiting for us.  The story I told my father, of course, was total bullshit.  All I wanted was to find a nice, quite, cool place where Sarah and I could talk.  I had a favorite place down by the ocean.  There was a nice place with several trees for shade, a continuous breeze, and beautiful scenery.  I had also had the kitchen staff to pack us a nice picnic lunch.  We were set for a long day of talking.

          We talked about everything that had happened the night before.  I asked her how many times she had been visited like last night.  Sarah said that it start right after I got married and moved away.  She said it started slowly, only one or two men every other evening.  She said that the men hadn’t enjoyed being with her because she cried the whole time.  Sarah said that she was not a virgin but these men were bigger, much bigger.  I asked her if my father had ever fucked her.  She said that he was the first and that one of his white slave handlers had raped her, a while later, when she took them lunch.

          Sarah said that she was always afraid because that she didn’t want a baby.  Sarah was my age and I know that having a baby would scare the hell out of me.  I told her that last night didn’t sound like someone who was scared.  I asked when being scared changed and what happened.  Sarah was quite for a while, looking for the right words to say.

          She said that one night one of the older black men came to visit her.  Unlike the others, he took some time to talk to me.  She said that he wasn’t mean, but he told her the truth.  The white men controlled her fate and if they wanted her pregnant then she would soon be.  He said that the only thing that they couldn’t control was how much, or little, she enjoyed the sex.

          She said that he was right about the sex.  Sarah said that she would lose herself in the sex.  She said she loved the cocks and how full they made her feel.  She said that as soon as the men saw that she wasn’t crying anymore more of them came to visit her.  She said that last night was how she spent three night’s a week.  On the other nights the men would visit a number of other slave women who were also being bred.

          Sarah said that she still didn’t want a baby, but she couldn’t wait to her next breeding.  I was almost envious of her.  I had had lots of sex with my husband, but I never got the pleasure that Sarah had gotten last night.  I told her that I wished I would get luck enough to meet someone that could provide such pleasure for me.  I wanted it so.

          Sarah just sat there with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen.  She said that all I had to do was to trade places with her tomorrow night.  She said that the men, my father, or anyone else would ever know the difference.  I was scared, tempted, but scared.  I told her that I would think about it.  The truth was I wanted the sex very much.  What I was afraid of was those giant cocks.  I was sure that they would ripe up open and that the slave would know it was me.

          We spent the rest of the day talking and enjoying ourselves.  Sarah didn’t get many days like this, so I wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself.  We got back to the main house an hour or so before dinner.  Sarah thanked me for the day and I told her that I would consider her offer.  Even though I was scared, all that talk about sex and fucking made me so horny I could stand it.  I played with myself before dinner, after dinner, and when I went to bed.  I didn’t sleep well either.  When I did sleep I would dream about one of our big black hung slaves climbing into bed with me and fucking the hell out of me.  I woke up hornier than when I went to bed.  I needed to find Sarah.

Chapter 5

          I found Sarah in the kitchen doing dishes.  I guess I missed breakfast because I was too busy cramming my fingers into my pussy.  I was lost in my passion.  All I said to her was “set it up!”  Sarah died laughing.

          Right before lunch Sarah walked out back where I was reading a book and said “see you tonight”.  That was all she said.  My pussy got wet at hearing those three words.  What the hell was happening to me?  I was about to break the worst possible rule of the south and I didn’t give a damn.  A black man/men, were about to stick big, long, hard cocks inside me and I couldn’t wait.

          Time passed faster than I could ever remember.  Before I knew it I was in Sarah’s bed, naked, and waiting for my first visitor.  Sarah was hiding in the same corner I had two nights ago.  Every started out just like the other night.  There was a knock at the door, a man let himself in, stripped himself naked, and climbed on the bed.  It wasn’t until that moment that I realized just how big this black man was and his cock matched.  How the hell was that going to fit in my pussy?  And the other night the men just crammed it in.  That would kill me.  What was I going to do? 

          I was trapped.  I couldn’t get up and leave.  I couldn’t say anything or even scream or the men would know that they weren’t fucking Sarah.  Turns out it was a good thing my mind was obsessing about this situation because I didn’t notice when the first slave lined his cock up and rammed it home.

          I had never felt anything like that before and hoped to never again.  Later that night I would be singing a different tune.  His cock hit places inside me never touched before.  He seemed to notice that there was a difference and slowed down, thank god.  To my surprise the pain calmed down as my pussy became accustomed to that giant cock.  I heard the man say something like “you sure are tight tonight”.  With that he sped up and in no time he was grunting and shooting a huge load of cum inside me.

          I hardly had time to calm down and get my breath back from black man number one when black man number two came in.  In no time my pussy was full again.  This man wasn’t quite as big and it felt really good.  I soon found myself matching his thrusts with ones of my own.  I moaned and begged him to fuck me harder.  I soon felt the beginnings of an orgasm, but this was different.  I knew what it felt like to make myself cum using my fingers, but this was something else.  This was more powerful.

          Sarah had told me not to make any sounds or the men would know that they weren’t fucking her.  I just couldn’t control myself and my excitement must have had an effect on the owner of the black cock ramming into my pussy.  He started grunting and his strokes grow longer and harder.  Soon I felt my pussy being filled again with more cum than my pussy could hold.  Each thrust caused cum to be forced from my pussy.  It ran down the outside of my pussy lips and down to the crack of my ass.  The bed sheets were totally wet and I had had only two visitors.

          As I caught my breath I heard some conversation outside Sarah’s door.  Soon the third black man was between my legs.  This man was huge and, unlike the last two, he took his time working his cock into my pussy.  Unlike the other two men, this slave talked to me.  He told me what he was doing and what he was going to do.  As soon as he felt my pussy could handle his cock he started to pound away.  It was about this time that I heard him say something that made my blood run cold.  He said that I had a tight pussy and that he had never had a white girl before.

          I said “WHAT” about the same time that Sarah did.  The man never stopped fucking me.  He didn’t last long and pulled out of me as if he was in a hurry.  Could it have been because I was so tight, or because he was so big, or because he knew he was fucked when he let us know that I was not Sarah?  Either way, I was totally screwed.  Sarah jumped the man as soon as he got off of me.  She wanted to know what he knew.  The man calmed Sarah down and told her that the first man noticed the difference and knew something was up.  He relayed this to the second man.  The noises I made, the differences between Sarah and myself, or maybe he saw Sarah in the corner.  The second man knew I wasn’t Sarah and told this man that he thought I was in the bed instead of Sarah.

          I was surprised that they would talk so openly about this considering what would happen if they got caught.  Either way he said that there were four more black men outside wanting some white pussy.  I was so scared.  But Sarah took charge and told me to get back in the bed.  She said that while I took care of the next man she would talk to the rest.  She wanted to make sure that they kept their mouths shut or we all were dead.  I have no idea why I did as Sarah said, but I did. 

          Sarah left the room with man number three.  A second or two later another man entered the room.  I did nothing as he undressed and climbed onto the bed.  This wasn’t fun any more but I was too scared to run away.  That would cause a scene and attention is the one thing nobody wanted right now.  So I tried to pay attention to what I was doing.  The black man was very big and I thought he might crush me.  But he didn’t.  He moved my legs over his shoulders and propped himself up with his arms.  He stuck his cock into my pussy and started working it in and out. 

          All I wanted was for this night to be over.  I had been fucked like I had never been before.  I had had an orgasm.  It had been great.  But now I just wanted it to be finished.  That is what my mind said, but my body had other ideas.  I heard myself moan and felt my body move.  Being in this position allowed the black man to go deeper and to drive his cock in harder than any of the others.  I soon had another orgasm and it was ever stronger than the first.  I couldn’t control myself anymore.  I sound had another orgasm, then another, and another.  I was in the middle of my latest orgasm when the black man exploded in my pussy.

          Now every whiter person I had ever met always referred to the slaves as niggers.  I had never used the word myself, until that very moment.  I heard myself say “I love nigger cock.  Fuck me damn it”.  The man was a little shocked, and then laughed.  He said that there were several other niggers outside that could help me with that.  And help me they did.  Four more men entered the room and took great pleasure in fucking the hell out of me.  I had at least two orgasms per black cock.  By the time the last man was done I didn’t care about anything else but being fucked by nigger cock.  I still hated that word but those men seemed to find it funny hearing me say it.

Final

          I could hardly walk the next day.  I didn’t even know how I got back to my room.  Sarah found me resting out by the oak tree in the afternoon.  She told me that she talked with everybody that visited us last night.  Everybody promised to keep their mouths shut.  They promised to not even say anything to the other slaves.  I asked her how she pulled that off.  She said that it was simple.  Sarah said that if word got out that she would tell everybody that I was gang raped.  Most white men would jump at the chance to believe that story.  Hanging niggers was a fun thing for white men to do on a boring Saturday afternoon.  They got the point.

          Then Sarah smiled and said that she also told them that if they spoiled things by shooting off their mouths that there might not ever be a repeat of last night.  I was shocked that she even considered repeating last night again and I told her so.  She asked me if I had any male suitors calling on me.  She asked me if I had ever seen or heard of a white man with a cock as big as what I got last night.  She asked me if I know any respectable white women who get fucked seven times in a night.  The answer to all of her questions was NO.

          I told Sarah that I would think about it but that I was so confused.  It had been the best sex ever.  But everything I had ever been taught said that this was wrong.  Only whores acted like I had last night, at least publicly.  I had so much to lose.

          After a few weeks I came up with an idea that could keep my reputation safe and allow for some night time fun.  I told my father that I was too old to be living at home.  I told him that I wanted to move into the cottage down by the lake.  I told him that I would be safe because I wanted some of the slaves to work for me.  They could take care of my needs and stand guard at night.  I also said that I was close enough to home that I could visit whenever I wanted.  I was surprised when he agreed.

          I had Sarah and most of the men that fucked me that night moved into my care.  As soon as everything was set up the fun began.  Each night one slave stood guard, to make sure that no whites were around and watching.  The others would visit either Sarah or myself each night.  I spent most nights with a huge black cock in my pussy.  Sarah even taught me how to suck cock.  I was never as good at it as she was but it did make things more interesting.  While one black stud would be pounding away at my pussy I would use my mouth to get the next one ready to fuck me.  Ever so often a black man would get too excited and cum in my mouth.  It took some getting used to it but I soon found that I enjoyed the taste of cum.

          Over the years I had a few white suitors.  I even let a few of them fuck me, which was not normal for a good white woman to do.  But nobody ever offered to marry me.  If they had my night fun would have to end.  Needless to say I wasn’t disappointed at not having a husband.  I had something better.  I had tons and tons of orgasms and lots of huge nigger dick.  What else could a southern bell ever need?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I live on the second story of an apartment complex. I had plenty of neighbors, but I chose to keep to myself, to avoid problems with other neighbors. The majority of the neighbors were married, or common law marriage. I would sit in my window, and watch the couples go places together, sometimes I would hear them argue. It was just normal couple disagreements. Nothing major.

I was single, and hating it. I wanted to feel true love for the very first time. I have had boyfriends, but they didn’t want real love. I wasn’t good in relationships. I didn’t understand why they would end in a brief time.. I don’t sleep around, nor did I tease men, to make them think I would sleep with them.

 I'm an attractive black woman, and it was told to me that I intimidate men. Men think because I'm so pretty that I wouldn’t give them the time of day. So I was rarely approached.

 Going through some unpleasant relationships, I would know when a man was attracted to me, but I wouldn’t give him eye contact. Fear of being hurt again. I would feel his eyes on me, and I would drop my head or look away.

Being so use to being by myself for years, I had grown custom to it. I would get on my computer and go into the chat rooms.

I had online buddies, no one I knew personally.

One day my computer crashed, so I called a friend of mine and asked her who did she get to fix her computer. She told me of this guy who fixes computers, for a little bit of nothing. So she called him and asked him would he take a look at mine. He told her he would, and she gave him my address. He arrived in 45 minutes

I didn’t know much about technology and computers. All I knew was basic things, like how to surf the web, check my email, and use the word pad.

I watched him when he had pulled up in front on my building. He was driving a very nice truck.

When he got out of his truck, he was  on the phone having a conversation with someone. I had recognized him from church, and he had a distinguished look about himself. He was very handsome. I thought back to a fashion show that the church was giving. I was helping out with the children, and he was the photographer, and he was taking many shots of me, with a big smile on his face.

When he knocked on my door, I said to him, I recognized you from church, he said he remembers also.

So I invited him in, and showed him the computer. He turned it on, and the screen said something foreign to me. He knew what the problem was. He pushed a few buttons, and the Windows XP started up.

I asked him was it that simple, and he said yes, just to start it up. He then told me the other problems with it. He messes around with for a while trying to find out what exactly what was wrong with it. He then excused himself, to go to his truck, to get his computer software, which are different software c.d's.

When he came back in the house, he installed, different things that I needed that I didn’t have.

Most of the time I was quiet, just watching him in amazement. He told me that it needed other things installed that he had left at home. He said he would return the following day. He then took his tools back to his truck, and he then lit a cigarette. I just started laughing, and he had a strange look upon his face. I told him I was hiding the fact that I smoke, because smoking sometimes offends others. At that point I went in my pocket and got me a cigarette and lit it. He stood there and we conversated for about an hour, and he then said he had to leave.

 The next day he returned around 12:00 noon, and he brought other things to try to fix my pc. He talked about his love for computers and he taught himself everything to know by taking them apart, and finding out what makes them work. I told him I wanted to be able to get on the internet, but he said I needed something else, and he had one that I could use. Well the day went by, and he stopped working on the computer, and it was time to leave. So we said our goodbyes and he started up his truck, then he rolled down his window and told me to look for his earpiece to his phone, he think he left it. So I said okay I’ll go look right now. He then said no don’t look right now, wait, it'll give me a reason to come back, and I smiled.

That told me that he was attracted to me. I thought to myself, damn, he's married.

The next day he came back, but now it was different, because I knew he liked me, and I kind of liked him too, but I figured he was married. When he walked in the door he had a computer with him, and he told me that mines had major problems, so I could use his. He didn’t even know me but he gave me one of his. That’s when I seen that he was a very nice man. I really appreciated that.

 He set up the internet, and put special things on it for me, and personally set it up like it was mines. He was very thoughtful.

I took the computer in my bedroom, since he set it up for my personal use.. It should be in my room for easy access.

The days went by, and I looked forward to seeing him. Now after he has everything set up for my use, he then started showing me how to use everything he had installed on the computer.

  When I would type something and got stuck, he would put his hand over mine to move the mouse, he done this frequently.

He told me that he enjoyed our conversations, and I did too. I then asked him was he married, and he laughed, and said no.

That was a breath of fresh air. He made frequent visits. As a matter of fact, he came over every day.

One day I as I sat at my computer, he just stared at me, and planted a kiss on me. I was so in shock, I didn’t know what to do, but kiss him back. But the kiss was aggressive, and I didn’t like it. But I didn’t say anything about. It got to the point that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. But the kisses I didn’t like. He is a very understanding person, so I decided to gently discuss the issue.

I asked him would he mind if I showed him how I would like for him to kiss me, and he agreed. So I kissed on his lips nice and sweet. I licked his lips with the tip of my tongue. then kissed him softly, and slid my tongue in his mouth, barely touching his tongue with mine and our lips met, and from there it was the most passionate kiss ever. He got aroused and I felt him, and it made me hot.

We stared into each others eyes, and he said he could get use to that kind of kiss because he enjoyed it. I asked him what sign was he, and he told me that he was a Scorpio, and I smiled and told him I was also. He then stated the myths about Scorpios. I told him, it's true, we are very sexual people.

We had gotten comfortable with each other now. We started sitting in his truck to the wee hours of the night just laughing, talking and getting to know each other. This became an everyday thing.

 One night as we were sitting in the truck, he had parked in my mom’s driveway. He got in the second seat and relaxed and asked me to join him, so I did. He held me in his arms, and we just talked and listened to music. We fell asleep for a while, just being so relaxed in each others arms. It felt so good to be held, and not expected to put out. This was a real man. He never made a move on me, and the intensity of the sexual side of us was there, but it wasn’t rushed, it was time consuming. We had plenty of times to make love but we didn’t.

He told me that he didn’t want to make love to me; he just wants to taste me. So he kissed me on my neck, released the snap of my bra, and licked on my ears. He so understood when I told him that I had never expressed with anyone before.

I told him while he was licking on me that I’ve never felt an orgasm. I have had wet dreams, and the feelings I would get in my vagina I never had felt in reality. I also told him that I would masturbate from time to time, but I wanted a man to give me that pleasure that I gave myself.

 He took his hand and slowly moved it down while he was kissing me, looking into my eyes with the deepest look of concern on his face. He told me he's going to be that man. He explained to me that many men don’t have enough patience to satisfy a woman’s need, they only think of getting there orgasm, not hers. He explained to me as he was touching me that he was there to satisfy my sexual needs. As he kissed on my neck, he moved his fingers down, and unbuttoned my pants. He slid his fingers inside of my panties and started to caress my vagina, it was very pleasing. He then looked into my eyes, and told me, that after him, I wont settle for less.

He put his finger inside of me, and asked me did I like it, and I moaned yes to him. He told me to tell him where to touch me. In detail I told him where my hot spots are. He touched me, and caressed me with such sensual looks at me. He knew I wanted him, but he didn't give himself to me. I told him, I wanted him, and he said not yet boo. He told me to just lay back and enjoy what he was about to do to me. I was totally relaxed with him, I loved him every second that he spent making love to me with his words and his hands. Finally the moans got louder, his strokes were more aggressive. My body was on fire. Every inch of my body, was trembling with desire. I told him I love him, and then he pulled my panties all the way off. He began to suck on my breasts, then he told me now he wanted to taste my cum. So he started licking me from head to toe. Moved his way back to my mid portion and licked on my stomach, then he opened my legs, and kissed me on my inner thighs, licked on my second pair of lips, my body was feeling something it had never felt before, and we hadn’t even had sex yet. Then he opened up my vagina and licked up and down, and all around. He stuck his tongue inside of me and tongue fucked me. The feeling was so intense. He constantly asked me did I like the feeling, and I just moaned yes to him.

That warm feeling of desire, was like oh my God, what is happening to me. I clutched on to his hands, and called out his name, and told him I love him so much. He got more aggressive, my body was about to explode, I held on to him for dear life, then all of a sudden, my vagina started throbbing, and pulsing, and I came. I moaned so loud that I had to grab on to something to cover my mouth. He was so into satisfying me that time went by in an hour and thirty minutes, that we didn’t realize how long he had been down there.

The tension was high, because we were sitting in his truck parked in my moms driveway, but it felt so good that if the police had come I wouldn’t of let him stop.

After he made sure I was satisfied, he got up, kissed me, and told me he loves me too. I never have had an experience like that.

He still wouldn’t make love to me, and he knew I wanted him. But he refused to. He said he was here to satisfy my needs, but in due time I'll get all of him.

The days went by, and we were very close, and I was so much in love with this man. He told me how beautiful I am, he told me I am his princess. He started bringing me gifts. Taking me places, and keeping my gas tank filled up.

 As the days pass we were inseparable, when you saw him, you saw me. He constantly hugs me and show affection to me.

He finally told me that he had been wanting me from the first time he saw me. He said he just wanted to fuck me, with no strings attached. But when he got to know me, he wanted a relationship with me and fell in love with me.Â

I still had issues from my past relationships, but I wanted to be with him. He was different. So caring and giving. So sincere.

I loved everything about him. He wanted me to masturbate in front of him. So I did. He wanted me to give myself multible orgasms.

As I touched myself he had a look of amazement on his face, he got aroused by just watching me.Watching my facial expressions he was also rubbing and touching on me.

Looking back at my past relationships, they were nothing compared to this..

As the month progresses we done normal things that couple do. He took me shopping, holding on to me while we're walking. He shows so much affection, till I still think i'm dreaming, but I pinch myself, and realize it's not a dream it's reality.

One night he said he wanted to take me for a ride, so I agreed to go, and he took me to this beautiful place called Paradise. He blindfolded my eyes, a few minutes before we arrived there. He said to me tonite will be a night to remember. He stopped the truck, got out and opened my door. He took me to a room and told me to put on the dress that was hanging in there.He told me to put back on the blindfold when I was dressed, so I did. He took my hand and told me not to peep. So I didnt, but my ears were open to the sounds I heard around me. I heard the sound of water, soft music, and the smell of something that smelled very delightful. He led me thru some doors and up a couple of steps. He stood behind me, and pulled out a chair, and had me to sit. Then he removed the blindfold from my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I was speechless. I was in paradise.This place so beautiful, it had ice scultures all around.

A waterfall of champagne and tropical fruit to be eaten. The table was set for two. It had fruit, champagne glasses, hand sewn napkins. The food was delicious. He fed me from his plate, I fed him from mine. He got up out of his chair, and came on my side of the table, and reached for my hand, for us to dance. The music that played was music that you don’t hear much. It was very sensual, romantic music. I enjoyed it. We danced and held each other; he once again told me that he loved me.

As we danced the manager of Paradise came and whispered something in his ear.

He then cut our dance off, and with a smile on his face, gently pulled me towards him, and said lets go. So I grabbed my jacket and he helped me put it on, and he told me to put back on my blind folds.

I felt my heart race, thinking what else could be going on. He led me to an elevator. I could hear the sounds of the floor stops, and the feeling of going up. He looks at me and said what are you smiling at? I was saying to myself that this man is one that is extremely romantic, and I love every minute that he shares with me. Finally we reach the designated floor, and we get off of the elevator, I can feel him gripping my hand tighter. He says to me just be patient boo, I feel your going to bust, you have to remain calm and patient. I was about to explode. So I took a deep breath, and exhaled. I then heard the door behind me close. He then reminded me, that after him, if it be any man, that he was going to have to know how to please me in all ways.

He still would not let me take off the blind fold, and had me to sit on a chair. He told me again not to peep, as he excused himself. I then heard the sound of running water. Curiosity was building up, and I wanted so bad to peep just a little, but I knew that I was in good hands, and didn’t peep.

My other 4 senses had been kicking in strong, since he had me blindfolded. I could smell the fragrance of fruit, and he knew that I love fruit scent fragrances. I also heard the water suddenly stop running. Shortly after hearing the water stop, I could feel him at me knees. I felt around, and touched his face, I felt for his lips, and pulled him close to me and I wanted him to know how much I’m enjoying it, and I kissed him on his soft sweet lips. He then caressed my legs, from thigh to toe, and pulled me closer to him and unzipped me dress. He took his time and gently pushed down the sleeves of my dress, as he kissed on my neck. Once he had the dress midway down, I felt him stand to his feet, and pull me up to him, and continued to unzip the rest of the dress. It fell to the floor. I felt a quick breeze come upon me, as I was so hot for him.

Still being blindfolded he guided my hands towards his chest, for me to unbutton his shirt.

But I unbuttoned his pants first, unzipped then and let the fall to the floor. At the same time, we both stepped away from our garment on the floor. He told me that he’s going to make this a night that I’ll never forget. I proceeded to unbutton his shirt, and I kissed on his chest. I went to his left nipple, and gently started to bite and nibble on it. He was getting aroused and I was having a feeling of ecstasy. He guided me to the bathroom, I knew because I felt the coldness of the floor under my feet, and I could feel the vibration of the Jacuzzi. He told me that he wants to wash my body, and me wash him. He led me to the Jacuzzi and told me to lift up my leg and step in.

The water was just right. I felt bubbles all around me, He took a small drop of bubbles and put it on my nose, and licked it off. He then said aren’t you tired of the blind folds? I said I’m in paradise baby. So he then removed the blind folds and the place was beautiful. The bathroom was huge.

The counters had two sinks with golden accents. There were pink and red rose peddles surrounding me and in the Jacuzzi. Candles were pink and red. He said the red represents his love for me, and the pink is my favorite color, and it also represents marriage.

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Are you asleep in there her dad hollered through the door, come on, we are starving and want to eat and get an early start to bed to be at our best tomorrow morning. 

 

Ok day, just a minute.  Sam grabbed a washcloth and quickly cleaned herself up wishing it was Matt doing it instead of her.  She took her panties and wondered what she could do.  She was afraid that if she changed now her mother might see the shape they were in, so she took a wad of paper and soaked up as much as she could and redressed and went back in the room with her parents.

 

During dinner, Sam couldn’t keep from thinking about her afternoon with Matt and wondering what could have happened if they had a little more time.  The more she thought about the wetter her crotch got.  Her dad was talking strategy about the next day of fishing and the hopes of winning the 1^st prize, $10,000 in cash and a new ranger bass boat.  He was giddy with excitement because they really developed a pattern of good fish that afternoon, and he felt that even with the rain tomorrow, it would still hold.  Her mother was as excited as her dad, but she noticed that Sam wasn’t really eating and her mind was a 1,000 miles away. 

 

What is it honey, is something the matter, don’t you feel good she asked Sam?  

 

No mom, I feel fine, I was just listening to you guys talk about tomorrow and didn’t want to interrupt.  I am just not really hungry, I had a large lunch, that what you guys get for leaving me alone, no one to make me eat right when you are not here she grinned and giggled to her mother. 

 

OK Sam, just what did you do for dinner? 

 

She thought to herself, well I got knocked on my ass by alcohol, rubbed a man’s cock and tasted his cream and had a terrific orgasm, but I can’t tell her that can I. 

 

Oh wouldn’t you like to know mom she replied, but can’t I have a little secret and just say it was the best thing I have ever had and leave it at that? 

 

Well, I guess we girls have to have a few little secrets dear, just don’t overdo it again please. 

 

Oh no mom, I won’t. 

 

They left the restaurant and went back to the room and started their round of baths preparing for bed.  Sam went first while her parents watched a little TV and continued talking about tomorrow.  Sam took her clothes into the bathroom and decided on a bath instead of a shower.  She yelled her decision through the door to her mother and told her she would be a little longer.  Sam stripped again while the water was filling the tub and quickly washed her hair in the sink.  She stepped into the bath and felt the warm water surround her and it felt so good.  After she had washed she started paying special attention to her little pussy.  She had cleaned it, and it felt a little sore from this afternoon’s delights.  She stuck her finger up into her little tunnel and discovered it was still a little slick.  She felt around where her hymen used to be and it was a little uncomfortable, but not too bad, just like Matt had said she thought. 

 

Hey come on in there her mother yelled, we have to bathe too. 

 

Ok mom, right away Sam replied as she pulled the plug on the tub and the water started to recede.  She stepped out and dried herself off and took a fresh pair of underwear and put on and pulled her nightshirt over her head.  She took her dirty clothes in hand and left the bathroom.  Ok, it is all yours she giggled as she made her way across the room and put her dirty clothes in the bag, making sure the panties from this afternoon were well covered.  She thought to herself, I want to make sure I get these out when we get home, I may even want to keep them just the way they are to remember this day.  After thinking about what that for a moment she wadded the panties up in her hand and took them back to her suitcase and hid them inside. 

 

Daddy went to the bathroom next and in just a minute Sam could hear him singing in the shower.  Before Sam could turn her bed down she heard the water cut off and his singing too.  He came out and her mother went in.  Her daddy went to the other bed and sat down in just a pair of shorts, just like he always wore around the house and started watching TV.  Sam went over to her daddy and sat on the bed next to him and cuddled up to him. 

 

What is this for pumpkin, he asked?  Nothing daddy, I just wanted to be close to you, that’s all. Alright, come here he said and pulled her up into his arms and let her head rest against his shoulder while he continued watching TV.  He was watching a movie that had a little sex scene in it and started to get a little nervous when he started getting an erection.  Sam was content against him, and he didn’t think she had noticed it, but it was really starting to poke at his shorts and making a tent.  Sam noticed alright, but she didn’t let her daddy know she did.  She was thinking about Matt’s big cock and wondering if her daddy’s was as big as his.  By the look of the tent it was making if it wasn’t as big, it was real close.  He started trying to adjust his shorts without Sam noticing, but she kept herself glued to his side.  Not wanting to make a scene he thought she wasn’t paying it any attention, he wasn’t going to either.  Sam was enjoying the show her daddy was putting on with his cock.  It was throbbing, and she could see a damp spot where it was poking up.  She could feel her dad trying to find a way to adjust it, but she was smiling to herself and not allowing him to move without just grabbing it with his hand. 

 

A moment later her mother came into the room and saw the scene on the other bed.  Her husband had their daughter on his left arm and a huge erection in his pants, and a mild porn movie on the TV.  She looked at her husband and saw the pained look on his face with the expression of help me, I am trapped. 

 

Ok Sam she called out, time for bed. 

 

Oh mom it is only 8:30, can’t I watch a little TV or read or something. 

 

No honey, you know we have to be up at 4:00 to get breakfast and get to the tournament by 5:30, now off to bed, no lights, and no noise. 

 

Ok Sam replied with one last glance at her dad’s erection and wet spot.  She pulled herself up and went to the other bed and crawled in. 

 

And Mister, turn ‘that thing’ off and get in bed yourself she said to her husband. 

 

A few minutes later the room went dark and was quiet except for the sound of the air-conditioner humming.  Sam could hear her parents whispering and strained to hear better. 

 

Just what in the hell was going on when I came out of the bathroom her mother said to her dad. 

 

Geez hon, Sam just came over and started to cuddle with me and then this show started heating up and so did I.  I tried to rearrange myself, but I couldn’t without calling attention to myself and I just kept getting harder he pleaded. 

 

Well, why were you looking at that movie with our daughter in the room? 

 

I didn’t know what it was honest; I didn’t know it was going to have that kind of scene in it.  But since it did, what about helping me out with my problem? 

 

Are you crazy, Sam is just a few feet away in the other bed, we can’t. 

 

Sure we can, you know she sleeps like a rock, and I bet she is already out like a light. 

 

Sam knew what they were talking about, and she had never completely seen them do anything like this before.  Sam had heard a noise coming from her parent’s bedroom a few months ago and she went to investigate because she hadn’t ever heard anything like it before.  She remembers the door was open just a little bit and she heard her mother moaning something she couldn’t understand and her father was breathing heavily and he was almost gasping for breath.  She peeked through the crack in the door and saw her dad between her mother’s legs jerking back and forth.  Her mother was laying on her back and her hands was beside her clutching the sheets and her head was weaving from side to side and she was making grunting noises while her legs was around her dad’s back.  Sam suddenly realized that they were having sex, she had heard her girlfriends talking about it, and it wasn’t what she thought they had described, it had to sex.  She looked on for just a couple of minutes and saw both her parents starting to gasp for breath more and more and a little slapping sound of something between them, but she couldn’t see just what it was without risking entering the room.  Suddenly her mother let out a gasp and started shaking violently and her dad was jerking harder and harder and he also started grunting and pushed forward and held still while he made little gasping noises.  As her dad pulled back he fell beside her mom on the bed and Sam was afraid her mother might see her without her dad in the way she backed away from the door and went back to her room.  When she got to her room she remembered that she lay in the bed for a long time thinking about all she had seen and this thing called sex she had heard so much about from her friends started to make more and more sense now.  Sam had went back to her parents door several times since that time, but the door was always shut, and once she got brave and tried to open it slightly, but it was locked.  Remembering the past events, Sam lay perfectly still on her left side and feigned sleep while her dad looked over at her. 

 

See, what did I tell you, out like a light. 

 

I don’t know, we have never done anything like this with her in the room before her mother hissed. 

 

Oh come on hon, I am so horny and I need you so bad.  Tomorrow will be such a great day, and this will make it even better. 

 

Sam could see her father rustling under the sheets and lifting his hips up and knew he was removing his shorts.  She was so excited, her bed was against the far wall in the dark while her parents bed was over closer to the air conditioner and windows and there was a glow of light surrounding them from around the curtains.  It was perfect, she could see them, but they couldn’t see her looking at them.  Her father succeeded in removing his shorts and settled back down next to her mother and they started kissing.  Sam could see the sheets moving and could tell that her father was moving his hands across her mom’s breasts and she remembered how good it felt when Matt had done the same to her this afternoon.  Suddenly all the feelings of her time with Matt started to flood her mind and body again, almost as if it was happening right now. 

 

Oh. Oh. Oh.  Her mother was moaning slightly as her dad was continuing his assault on her breasts as she started a slight sway with her body under the sheet.  Seeing her mother’s sway Sam wondered if she had done the same this afternoon with Matt’s caresses on her breasts.  Sam could feel her own breasts starting to tingle as she watched her mother continue to enjoy her feelings as her man caresses her lightly.  Occasionally her mom would tense up slightly and gasp and Sam remembered Matt tweaking her nipples a few hours ago and knew that’s what her father was doing to her mother right now.  Her mother’s body started lifting up and Sam could tell she was pulling her nightshirt up and finally it was completely over her head and on the floor next to the bed.  Sam couldn’t help herself, she was getting so hot, and her body was responding to this visual stimulation almost as much as it did when Matt touched her.  Sam eased her right hand slowly and silently under her nightshirt to her aching breasts and started to caress herself as she watched her parents just a few feet away slowly and silently caress and kiss each other. 

 

Ugh, oh baby, her father groaned in delight from the far side of the bed.  Sam knew that her mother had started to stroke her fathers cock, and he was really enjoying it.  Sam remembered Matt’s groans as she pumped his cannon this afternoon and knew her father was enjoying himself just as much as Matt did.  Her dad’s head went under the sheet and moved to her mother’s breast and she heard her mother gasp as he started to suckle on her chest.  She remembered her own pleasure when Matt sucked on her and she tweaked her own nipple and had to stop herself from crying out in pleasure from her own hand. 

 

Suddenly her mother’s right foot came out from under the sheet as she spread her legs and Sam knew that her father was starting to rub her pussy while continuing to suck on her breasts.  Sam could tell her mother was having a hard time keeping the noise down from her passion as she could see the sheet start to move above her hips and she started to hump her butt up and down to his touches in and around her pussy.  Sam remembered how hard she bucked that afternoon with Matt, humping so hard she had pushed his finger deep into her own little pussy and tearing her hymen and taking her cherry.  Another large rustle of the sheets and movements told Sam that her mother was losing her panties with her father anxiously pulling them down her legs and finally off. 

 

Both of her parents now were consumed with their passion and were no longer aware that their little Sam lay just feet away from them.  Their guttural noises were louder and louder and their thrashing was picking up speed.  Suddenly her mother sat up in the bed and the sheet feel back across her shoulders at their feet and Sam could see her mother’s large breasts hanging down with her hard nipples at attention.  Sam had never seen her mother aroused and was surprised at how large her nipples were and wondered if hers would be that large someday.  Sam stopped caressing her own breasts, afraid that her mother would look over there and catch her, but she wasn’t thinking about her little girl anymore.  She suddenly pulled her husband’s right leg over and ducked her head down and started sucking on his cock.  Sam couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  Her mother took her fathers cock in her mouth, and in one motion sucked the whole thing into her.  The light was dim, but Sam could see her mouth straining as his cock went completely in.  Where was it all going, her mouth wasn’t that big, but it went somewhere.  Sam pondered on it for a moment and her mother pulled her mouth off his cock and started licking on the head.  With it out of her mouth Sam could actually see the size of her dad’s cock and determined that it was about the same size as Matt.  If there was any difference in them, she couldn’t tell it from there, so Matt was right in the fact that his was just average since they were the same. 

 

Sam suddenly thought of something else as she watched her mother continue working on her dad’s cock, Matt’s cock this afternoon was constantly dripping his juice when she played with it, and surely her dad’s cock was doing the same thing now.  HER MOM WAS EATING HIS STUFF, just like Matt said most women loved to do.  With the moaning and humping her dad was doing Sam knew he was going to shoot his cum soon and her mother was attacking his cock like a dog.  Sam started to caress her breasts again while watching her mom suck her dad.  Her dad started to buck a lot and mutter and she knew he was close and so did her mom.  She took his cock deep into her mouth and Sam realized that it had to be going down her throat as her dad grabbed the back of her head and started jerking his hips and gasping, then going suddenly quiet.  Sam watched her mom’s mouth twitch and appeared to be swallowing something and she realized that her dad had just cum and she was taking it all down.  Suddenly it wasn’t so gross after all, she remembered her small taste of Matt’s cum and suddenly was sorry that she hadn’t taken it all just like her mother just did.  

 

Sam continued rubbing her breast while watching her mom pull her mouth off his cock and lick it from top to bottom trying to get everything off it she could.  Sam noticed her panties were now very wet and sticky as her dad finally moved and turned her mother over and started kissing her hard and deep.  She wondered if he tasted his cum like she and Matt did and started wishing it was her instead of her mother getting the taste of his cum.  Her dad started kissing and sucking on her breasts while his hand drifted down to her mother’s pussy.  She couldn’t see clearly, but knew that he was sticking his finger in her pussy just like Matt did and she started to ache in her own loins for the same touch she had that afternoon.  Her hand moved from her breasts and moved down to her crotch.  Her panties were soaked with her fluids and she started to wonder if she had brought enough to do the weekend.  As she started caressing her pussy through the crotch of her panties she could feel her lips part and the little button rise up to meet her fingers, oh God, this feels so good, not as good as Matt, but so good. 

 

Sam could see her father leave her mothers breasts and start moving down her body until he got to her crotch.  She could hear him sniff and take in the aroma of her sex and settled his head between her legs.  As her mother started to make small gasping sounds and start humping her hips up to his face Sam moved the crotch of her panties aside from her burning hole and started her assault on her pussy.  Watching her father lap at her mom’s pussy she started replaying in her mind the way Matt had done the very same thing to her.  She slowly stroked her finger up and down her slit feeling her juices drip from her pussy and remembering how Matt’s face looked when he finished eating her out and wondering if her dad’s face was looking like Matt’s did.  Every time her finger would pass over her little button she would have to almost bite her lip to keep from crying out in extreme pleasure and alerting her parents that she wasn’t asleep as they thought.  Her Mom’s hands were again moving up and down across her own breasts stopping to take the nipples in her fingers and surely tweaking them just as Matt did.  Occasionally she would let out a moan that she could not stifle and her whole body would twitch.  Sam again wondered if she did the same thing while Matt was pleasing her, thinking that she would try to pay more attention to her actions when it happened again. 

 

Suddenly her mom moaned even louder and moved her hands to the back of her dad’s head and appeared to be pushing it harder between her legs.  Her hips were coming off the bed as she wrapped her legs around her dad’s head and throwing her head back on the pillow.  Sam knew what was happening, the same thing that happened to her, her mother was about to feel the intense pleasure of cumming.  Sam kept the pace between her legs while wishing she had Matt there with her right then to help her feel as good as she did that afternoon.  Her mother’s legs slowly straightened out on the bed and her head now lay normally on the pillow and her arms were at her side as she relaxed from her climax.  Sam noticed her dad finally removing his head from between her legs and pulled himself alongside her and they started kissing again.  No, wait, they were kissing, but they were doing something else too.  Her mother was licking her dad’s face while they were kissing and lapping up all the juice that must have been there just like it was on Matt this afternoon.  Again, a feeling of remorse came across Sam as she remembered she just used a towel to clean up her man instead of licking him clean as her mother was.  Another mental note she made to herself as she slowly and silently continued rubbing her little box looking at her parents. 

 

Sam thought the show was over when her father started to pull himself up, but he didn’t get up, he only positioned himself on his knees and moved between her mom’s legs again.  Silhouetted against the light coming around the curtains Sam could see her dad’s cock sticking straight out and slightly upward.  Her mother was again spreading her legs wide for him, and he leaned in positioning his cock in line with her hips.  She could see her mother grab his cock and direct it into her pussy.  Sam couldn’t see it exactly, but knew that they were joined at the hips, and the only place his cock had to go was up inside her mother.  Her dad seemed to push forward and just stop there for a moment and she could hear both of them utter a slight moan of pleasure.  Sam couldn’t believe what she was seeing, here just feet from her was her parents locked at the hip as her dad started to slowly pull himself out of her mother and then slowly push himself back in again.  Every time he would push all the way into her, she would moan and push back at him with her hips.  Sam suddenly wished she had something pushing into her and then she remembered Matt’s finger that afternoon.  Taking her own finger from its task of rubbing back and forth on her slit she started to slowly push it into her own little pussy.  Gosh, it really did feel good, not as good as Matt, but good never the less. 

 

As Sam started pushing her finger in and out of her little pussy she noticed the pace on the next bed had picked up.  Her mother had taken her legs and pulled them around her dad and she was meeting his every thrust with a push back of her own.  Her dad started to push in and out even faster and she again heard the same slapping sound she heard a few months before.  What was it?  She couldn’t see, and certainly couldn’t raise up to get a better view when it suddenly hit her.  It was her dad’s nut sack; she remembered Matt’s and just knew that where it was and with the pumping action it was hitting her mother every time he pushed into her.  So that was the noise she had heard.  The thought of his nuts hitting her mother, and her own finger going in and out of her pussy started to get her really excited.  Sam started to get the same extreme feelings that she got that afternoon just before she cummed.  She looked over at her parents again and they were so engrossed in their pleasure she know they were not paying any attention to her so she started pumping her finger in her pussy even harder and faster knowing they would not hear her.  Sam could hear little squishing noised coming from her own pussy as well as the squishing noised coming from her mothers.  Her head started to swim and she could feel her little pussy muscles clamping down on her finger.  She started humping her hand so hard she thought to herself it was no wonder that she took her own cherry as hard as she was pumping.  Sam’s eyes crossed and she was sweating profusely as her orgasm hit and she could not hold back the little moan as she came.  Aware of her noise and extreme movement she jerked her attention back to her parents to see if they noticed her, but they both were in the peak of their own orgasms and never paid her any attention.  The warm flood of her juice was pouring out of her little pussy around her finger and soaking not only her panties even more, but the sheet as well.  She directed her eyes back to her parents just as her father pushed himself hard into her mother and she could see him literally shake as he pumped his cum as deep in her as he could.  Her mother had her hands clutching the sheet just like she did a couple of months ago and her head thrown back and her mouth wide open but only making guttural sounds but Sam knew that she was also having a really good cum too.  A few moments later she saw her father starting to pull back from her and could hear the light slurp and pop sound as his cock left her pussy and he fell back on the bed beside her. 

 

Sam started to wonder what it must feel like to have all that cum inside of her pussy, how much would stay inside or spill out.  There were still a lot of things she wanted to know, but she also knew that she needed to get her hand out of her pussy and get the sheet back over her before they noticed her condition.  She slowly pulled her finger out and was glad there was no pop sound like it was with his cock and arranged her panties back in place and slowly pulled the sheet over her waist and again feigned sleep as her parents started to come back to life after their intense orgasms.  She saw her mother look her way and peer at her through the dark.  She knew she could not really see her, but made sure to not move while she looked.  Her mom turned to her dad and said, I can’t believe we did that with Sam right next to us.  Yeah her dad said, but wasn’t I right, it was really great.  Her mom chuckled, yeah you were right about that alright, it was just awesome.  I think I cum harder than I ever have before, but let’s get cleaned up and get to sleep so we will be at our best for the tournament tomorrow.  Oh we are at our best right now her dad said, I just hope it holds on like this till tomorrow. 

 

Sam’s parents got out of their bed and started to the bathroom and both paused at the foot of her bed and gazed at their supposed sleeping daughter still on her left side.  See, her dad said, she will sleep through anything.  Yeah her mom replied, if she slept through that with as much noise as we were making, I guess she can sleep through anything.  They continued into the bathroom and quietly shut the door before turning on the light.  Sam rolled over and again put her hand down to her panties again and was amazed at the amount of juice.  Her panties were plastered to her little pussy, and she had juice all the way down her crack to her butt and a large wet spot on the bed beneath her.  Realizing she couldn’t get up and change again for fear they would catch her, she decided to take her panties off and hide them under the bed until morning.  She knew they would not turn lights on at 4:00 to avoid waking her and they would be safe there until she got up and could take care of them.  She started pulling her panties down and the crotch clung to her little sex with the juice.  She placed them under the bed and took the sheet from the right side of the bed and cleaned herself the best she could and laughed to herself about what the maid would think tomorrow when she found both beds plastered in cum.  Sam could hear her parents giggling and talking in the bathroom and turned over in the bed to the clean side and pulled the sheet up over her waist and settled down for a good nights sleep. 

 

Sam started thinking about all the things that happened to her that day and how good they all felt and drifted off to sleep even before her parents returned to their bed.  All three slept soundly that night with a smile on their faces.